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Night Owl Poetry – Dorinda Duclos

~ "The silence of the night awakens my soul"

Night Owl Poetry – Dorinda Duclos

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The 2 AM Antics of a Small Child ~ #shortstory #truestory

20 Wednesday Mar 2019

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It’s just past two in the morning. The house is quiet, except for the furnace, a dull drone through vents. I am reading, but I am not alone. The bathroom switch is flipped, but there is no light. I wait. Continuing reading, some minutes pass until, again, a light switch flips, this time in the hallway. Still no light, just a game being played. I laugh, knowing at some point she’ll give up and go to bed.

However, she will not sleep. She’s too busy wondering what I am doing up at this God forsaken hour. And I speak to her silently, saying, who else would know of your antics if I was not awake. All is still again, the furnace still hums, but the light switches remain quiet. There are no footsteps, only a small voice of a child, saying good night. She likes it here and visits often. A comfort, in an often dark world, such as me.

And just when I think it’s safe, I hear her giggling. She knows she has gotten me out of bed to write. Perhaps that is her ruse all along. Perhaps, she is my muse. At least for this moment.

 

Authors Note: Some of you may remember this little girl.  I have written about her before, “A Tiny Voice“.  Her visits have become  more frequent and she no longer cries out.  In any case, she knows she keeps me on my toes.   🙂

©2019 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
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“Short & not always Sweet” is now available for pre-order on Kindle!

18 Monday Mar 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in New Book Release, Poetic Prose, Poetry, short story

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Hi Everyone!!

 

I’m excited to announce my book, “Short & not always Sweet – Short Stories, Passages and Poetic Prose” is now available for pre-order from Amazon for Kindle!  This is the first book to include my short stories, as well as my poetry and short passages.  I hope you enjoy it.

To pre-order, please use this link:   “Short & not always Sweet” Pre-Order for Kindle

If you’re so inclined, I’d be forever grateful if you shared.  Thank you so very much!  ❤

 

The release date for Kindle is March 28, 2019, with the paperback edition following shortly after.

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#writephoto – The Sign – #shortstory

16 Saturday Mar 2019

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“What did you do!!?”

“I, I did what you told me to do! Why are you so angry?” asked the little one.

“You did not do what I told you to do.” said Mama. “I give up, young lady. I don’t know why you can’t follow simple directions!”

Bewildered by her mother’s outburst, the little one sat, wistfully staring out the window. The moon was full tonight, her favorite time to watch it. “I don’t understand, Moon. She is so angry with me.” Of course, the moon didn’t answer. She just kept hanging around in a clouded sky. The little one just sighed. She had been doing that a lot lately. Mama expected so much from her, and she was only seven. Why wasn’t she allowed to be a child?

Born into witchcraft, Hailey was expected to be trained in the ways of the witches. But she had no desire to do so, and it showed. She kept messing up spells, and not listening when Mama told her what to do. She thought by now Mama would understand and stop pressing her. But it got worse. This time she had really done it.

“I don’t get it, any of it, “ she continued talking to the moon. “I don’t want to be a witch. I want to be a normal child. Do you think that will ever be? Oh, Moon, why won’t you talk to me?”

Hailey heard Mama coming back to the room, and she came to sit next to her. Hailey’s head was hanging down, and Mama gently lifted it with her hand. She saw the anguish in Hailey’s face, and realized, that perhaps, this life wasn’t going to work for her. She had dreamt of the day she would have a daughter, one to carry on after she had passed. But her daughter wasn’t like the others. She had a special quality about her, a glow none of the other children had. She folded her daughter into her arms, giving her a big hug.

“I’m sorry Mama…” Hailey began.

“Hush, child. It’s okay. I realize now, you aren’t meant to be a witch.”

“No, Mama, I don’t think I am. But I have a question. Why did you get so mad? I did what you told me to do.”

“Hailey, when I said take your hat and look for a sign, that wasn’t exactly what I had in mind!”

They both laughed, and the warmth of mother and child shined, a radiance like no other had ever seen.

 

©2019 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Photo ©Sue Vincent – Sign

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#writephoto – The Return of the King – A very #shortstory

09 Saturday Feb 2019

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“Here me now, my mighty king! This sword I raise to your memory! Would doth come back to us should we pray louder? We are but noble servants to this kingdom, a kingdom lost without its leader. I ask this, for the people, that you return, to once again lead us, make this realm the grandest in the land. Teach the young ones the glory of the sword, this sword that you used to conquer the less mighty, until that fateful day, when at last, the sword breathed no more. I stand before the brick of thy castle, in the hopes the spirits within, will find it in their souls to release you from these walls. Can you hear me, my mighty king?! I ask you to answer we, who have gathered to see you once again. Speak to us!”

“George…For Pete’s sake!! The whole neighborhood can hear you. Pretty sure the king is in hiding with all this publicity. Come inside, now, dinner is ready.”

“Yes, dear”

And with that, George returned his trusty sword to its case, now lying in wait for the return of the king..

To be continued…

 

©2019 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Photo ©Sue Vincent – Blade

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#writephoto – Inside the Tomb – #shortstory

11 Friday Jan 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Poetic Prose, Poetry, WritePhoto

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She knew of no other way to get the message to him but to sneak inside the tomb and leave it there. A red rose would signal it was definitely from her. Waiting for the dark of night, she crept her way in and quietly placed the note on the first soldier, a stone statue, laying on the ground. She never remembered it being knocked over, and oddly, there was not a crack in it. It was as if it had carefully laid itself down on the floor, but stones can’t move on their own, she reminded herself.

Night was falling quickly, and the crypt was growing darker by the minute. Shadows, from the moonlight, painted pictures on the walls. She couldn’t chance lighting a torch, for fear she’d be seen where she should not be. Tiptoeing, leaning her hands against the walls, she headed for the opening in the side of the mountain. She had just about reached it when she heard voices. Two, she thought, both men. Perhaps one was her beloved, Nathan, but he was too early. Had she miscalculated the amount of time she was inside? She found her way into a small crevasse and hoped they wouldn’t notice her. The light had faded enough that the place was in total darkness.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I saw a girl come in, but it’s too dark now, to see anything.”

They saw her! Wait!  Who? How could that be? She thought she had slipped in, without being seen by anyone. Then again, she hadn’t seen them. Where had they been standing? The trees on the hillside were barren, as winter made its approach. Surely, she would have noticed two figures. She felt something crawling on her arm, and afraid to move, she prayed it was simply a spider and would find its own way. But she felt yet another, and another. How could she possibly stay still!?

“What was that?”

“What was what?”

“I thought I heard something. This place is spooky, let’s get out of here. We can check tomorrow, before dawn, and this time, remember the flashlights!!”

And with that, the two made their way out of the crypt and Julia breathed a sigh of relief. She had to get out of there fast, and get whatever was crawling on her off. As she made her way out, she lit her torch and looked around. It appeared she had sat on an ants nest and they were out to let her know it was time to move on. She laughed to herself, told them she was sorry, and made her way back home.

The town was quiet now, and soon the knights would make their rounds, and Nathan would find her note, the one with the red rose, waiting patiently. She still wondered how the knight in the tomb had fallen, but she would have to figure that out another time.

“I told you she was in there.”

“Great, how do we get to the jewels hidden in that stone knight? And why was she in there in the first place? Maybe we should go back NOW, since we know she’s not there.”

“No, the police will be making the rounds soon. We’ll be thrown in jail if they catch us. We can wait. That cave isn’t going anywhere.”

 

To be continued…

 

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Photo ©Sue Vincent – Honour

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